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mandatory - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track)
are you in the mafia?
am i in the, what?
whatever you wanna call it, an organized crime
i’m in the waste management business
everybody immediately assumes your mob’s up

[chorus]
ayy
put a stick on a n*gga like he rodney king
my white b*tch don’t smoke weed, she want charlie sheen
i’ve been sippin’ lean so long, i got a rotten kidney
two seater, mean ain’t n0body ridin’ with me
that money mandatory, i just gotta get it (i need it)
b*tch, do you wanna hit a island with me? (wanna go?)
she finally found a rich n*gga, say the grass greener
she got a wide cat, can i get in between it?

[verse]
i ain’t breakin’ down the lingo, gotta know the meanin’
i ain’t givin’ n*ggas sauce, you gotta find the season
my dawg turned his back on me so i called it treason (traiter)
now he hangin’ with his opps, i ain’t never seen it (i can’t believe it)
my plug just be tossin’ me for no reason
serve brody in the tracks, slid on bae in the demon
everytime i see my lil’ n*ggas, they be schemein’
we don’t beef with broke boys and i heard that n*gga leakin’
if you f*ck another n*gga b*tch, how is we ever even?
sometimes i don’t think, i just off top get to tweakin’
put the binary on semi, you can hear it tinkin’
slam my d*ck on her cougar, i can see it winkin’
this weed’s just so f*ckin’ loud, you can hear it stinkin’
boy, that better not be no rollie, i can hear it tickin’
you find yourself gettin’ tough, n*gga gon’ go missin’
i bought this whole house just so i can use the kitchen
who the one i call on when it’s gettin’ sticky?
hoes watchin’ me from fake pages, this sh*t gettin’ tricky
i start passin’ out shots, n*ggas gettin’ tipsy
f*ck her, now her friend wanna f*ck, this sh*t gettin’ creepy
dawg givin’ me cop vibes, i don’t wanna meet him
and he sayin’ that they for the low, i don’t even want ’em
stop tellin’ people you f*ck with her, she ain’t got no motion
my b*tch got face, ass, money and some more sh*t
the way i put this sh*t on, i should be posin’
you in the bar dancin’, you should be hostin’
doin’ the dash in this amg, i should be coastin’
she gon’ f*ck whoever buy her somethin’, i’m already knowin’
it ain’t close to the wintertime, it’s already snowin’
[?] say it, it can’t stop now, it’s already goin’
you can’t stop with the men up top, god already for me
we ain’t leave him on the first spin, that n*gga lucky
[chorus]
ayy
put a stick on a n*gga like he rodney king
my white b*tch don’t smoke weed, she want charlie sheen
i’ve been sippin’ lean so long, i got a rotten kidney
two seater, mean ain’t n0body ridin’ with me
that money mandatory, i just gotta get it (i need it)
b*tch, do you wanna hit a island with me? (wanna go?)
she finally found a rich n*gga, say the grass greener
she got a wide cat, can i get in between it?

- damedot lyrics

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